Animal Witches Novels & Stories

In the barn, a trio of older wolves hush as I walk by, but not before I catch a fragment: “Saw a runner from the south. Said his alpha ordered the dead burned. Said the sickness makes wolves turn savage.” “A curse, then. Or something older. Hush—children listening.” On the river path, two scouts speak in clipped, anxious tones: “Heard southern packs are sending messages—pleas for help. Alpha Rowan’s been up half the night reading them.” “They say it’s witches. Old magic, come back to punish us. Or maybe the earth herself is angry.”

The last thing I needed was more trouble. By afternoon, the trees thinned out and the path joined a bigger road. I saw other travelers. A group of young mages chatting about academy entrance tests. A merchant with a cart full of glowing potions. I joined the flow of people, keeping my head down and listening. "Did you hear about the witch at the werewolf execution?" one mage whispered to his friend. "They say she grew dragon wings and disappeared. The Alpha King is furious. He has patrols out everywhere." I kept my face blank and walked past them. My heart beat faster. Kael really was not giving up. Good thing I looked nothing like the girl they burned at the stake.

I asked again, and this time, Mom responded, " Agatha, you're going to ascend the leadership of your grandmother" My Grandmother was one of the most feared and powerful witches; her power reigned supreme before she was brutally killed by the system _ Hybrid Zandor. Zandor was the son of one of the witches in the council, but when his father was accused of performing black magic, Zandor swore to make the lives of everyone living and that of the council ( the system) for unjustly accusing his father of black magic; which eventually took his own life.

She looked around us to see everyone had stopped all movements. She narrowed her eyes at me, "Fine. Remove the fire." She said, "I think I'll keep the fire up just in case, how about we start with your name." I said knowing the others were making their way up to us. Her eyes scanned around me to the others. "You work for the dark witches?" She asked, "No, we are in alliance and I could tell you why if you give me your name." I said, trying to gauge her reaction. "My name is Ambrosia." She replied, locking her red eyes on mine. "I'm Alley, and that is Pythia, leader of the dark witches." I said pointing to Pythia who made her way up to stand next to me. "Who are the others? It's clear they ar

She is the only one who can order the beast to go back if the human side refuse to surface, she could order her mates own too. Now the alpha is sitting with his dead mate holding her hands close to his chest he held her cheeks which have told cold. Annex left him alone to spend time with his mate while he went away to meet Belinda the witch sisters to go see how they are doing and to know what has been happening here in the pack. The witch sisters are not as powerful as Saphira as she is a third generation white witch while they are sixth generation. Apart from the black witches kidnapping wolves and vampires, there is nothing else out of the normal which has happened in this pack and the su

It's slavering jaws hung open and its razor-sharp teeth were bared, as it advanced towards her with its blood-red eyes, ablaze with undisguised hunger. It occurred to Merlin that werewolves didn't normally have red eyes, something was wrong with these werewolves and the more she thought about it, the more convinced she became. The werewolves were not rogues, they were under a powerful spell and instinctively, she knew that only another witch could cast such a spell. The only witch that had been capable of such a feat, was Aunt May, but Merlin knew that she was dead, which meant that there was another and for some reason, this thought filled her with a feeling of growing disquiet.

— Igor doesn’t agree — asked one of the men sitting at the same table. Igor looked at him like waking up from a dream. — Where are you in your head? Man. — Zeuk hit his shoulder. Igor sighed and holding the glass of drink, took a sip. — We were talking about the witches we saw... — The man commented. — They are all women - Yes, they are. — Igor smiled sideways. — Beautiful. — Zeuck commented, remembering Kataleya's face. — Scary, didn't you hear that they wanted to eat us alive...

The silver-eyed praised as he set the book down and turned to the purple-eyed woman trembling with curiousity beside him. "Cliff End plans to put into vote recognizing White Pearl as an official pack during the meeting." He explained and Helena's nose scrunched up at the news. "You're against it?" Allistor questioned with a raised eyebrow. "Of course I am. White Pearl is a settlement of rogues and shifters who have committed questionable acts and while I believe in repentance and forgiveness, it's too risky to give them the power that being officially recognized as a pack will." She ranted, passionately a frown on her face at the thought of someone trying to push for such a thing.

He blushes a bit and looks forward again. “Anyway,” she sighs, adjusting the blue velvet hood of her cape over her head, “hellhounds are often people cursed into the forms of animals–beasts. Wolves, bears, mountain lions… whatever the witch that cursed them feels is best. They are controlled by the witches, like an extension of their magic. And over time, they lose all sense of who they used to be before, turning… rancid. I don’t know how else to describe them, but they’re awful.”

The Doom Family. This woman belonged to that bloodline, her kind had been responsible for wiping away his ancestors, almost making other beings extinct. Alpha Lawrence growled deep in his throat not missing the surprise that shone in the woman’s eyes. The woman had been caught trying to resurrect a dead person with occult powers, she was a black Witch. A very powerful one according to his men that had watched her make the incantations by the river. Although weakened by age, witches were never to be underestimated. With only a few whispers they could have the entire earth collapsing on itself. They were very powerful beings and the scariest thing about them was their quiet, unsuspecting ways